So long haue I liſſened to thy ſpeche,
That graffed fo the qround is my bzeche:
My heart blood is welnigh frozne I feele,
And my galage growne faſl to my heele:
But little eaſe of thy lewde tale I taſted,
Hie thee home Shepheard, the day is nigh waſted,
Thenots Embleme.
Iddio perche è vecchio,
Fa ſuoi al ſuo eſſempio.
Cuddies Embleme.
Niuno vecchio,
Spaventa Iddio.
GLOSSE.
Kene, ſharpe.
Gride, perced: an olde word much vſed of Lidgate, but not founde (that I know of) in Chaucer.
Ronts, young bullockes.
Wracke, ruine or Violence, whence cemmeth ſhip wracke: and not wreake, that is vengeaunce or wrath.
Foeman, a foe.
Thenot, the name of a ſhepheard in Marot his Aeglogues.
The Soueraigne of Seas, is Neptune the God of the ſeas. The ſaying is borrowed of Mimus Publianus, which vſed this prouerbin a verſe.
Improbe Neptunum accuſat, qui sterum nauſragium facit.
Heardgromes, Chaucers verſe almoſt whole.
Fond flies, He compareth careleſſe ſluggardes or ill husbandmen to flyes, that ſo ſoone as the ſunne ſhineth, or it waxeth any thing warme, begin to flie abroade when ſodainly they be oucrtaken with colde:
But eſe when, A very excellent ard lively deſcription of Winter, ſo as may be indifferently taken, eyther for olde age, or for Winter ſeaſon.
| Breme, Chil, bitter. | Chamfred, chapt, or wrinckled. | |
| Accoied, plucked downe and daunted. | Surquedrie, pryde. | |
| Elde, olde age, | Sicker, ſures. | totte, wauering. |
| Corbe, crooked. | Herze, worſhip. | |
Phyllis, the name of ſome mayde vnknowne, whom Cuddie, whoſe perſon is ſecret, loued. The name is vſuall in Theocritus, Virgil, and Mantuane:
| Belte, a girdle or waſte band. | A ſon, a foele. | Lyth, ſoft and gentle. |
| Venteth, ſnuffeth in the winde. | Thy flockes father, the Ramme. | Crages, neckes. |
Rather Lambes, that beſewed early in the beginning of the yeere.
Youth ie, A very morall and pitthy Allegorie of youth, and the luſts thereof, compared toa wearie wayfaring man.
Tityrtœ, I ſuppoſe hee meane Chaucer, wheſe praiſe for pleaſaunt tales can not dye, ſo long as the memorie of his name fhall liue, and the name of Poetrie ſhall endure.
Well thewed, that is, Bene morata, full of morall wiſeneſſe.there
